"home, Sweet, Home."

How raany beautiful homes are ropresentcil here to-day ! 'Phero are pictures on tho wull ; and luxuries in the wardrobe ; and a full auppiy in the pantry. If you wen. half asleep with my sermón, tíiere is ono word with which I could wake you, and thrill you through and through, and that word is " hom ."' Thero are also houses of suffering representad here, wherethere are neither pictures, nor wardrebe, nor adornment - only ono room, anda plain cot, ora bnnlc in a cornur ; yct it is tho placo wkoru your lovod ones dweil, and your wholo nature tingles with Batisfaction when you i hink of it, aml cal] it Iwme. Xliough the world niayseoffat us, and pursue us, and all the day we be tossed about, at eventido wc sail into tho harbor oilumu. Thoujjh theie be no rest cor us in the busy world, and we go trudging about, beariug burdon8 that well-nigh crush us, thcro is :■ reiuge, and it hath an easy chair in which we inay sit, and a Lounge we may lie, and a serenity of peace in which we may repose, and that refuge is Aom. The English soldiers, sitting on tho walls uround Sebastopol, oiio night hoard a company t musicians playing " Home, Sweet Homo," and it is saidthal the wholo aimy broke out in sobs and wailing, sogroat was thoirhomesickness. God vit) the. voor, miserable